The Salesman
“Hi. I want to take a test drive.” “Certainly, Sir. Can I please get your name and number?” The lady at the car dealership in her usual nonchalance picked up the sales register, opened to the page that had neat columns and mostly illegible handwriting; only the contact number in each row, was clearly readable. “I am Harsh, the number can wait.” The lady looked up; her experience dissuaded her from insisting for the contact number. She dialed a number. “Sir, there is a customer looking for a test drive. The car has gone out, and no other car available now. Can I send the customer to your office?” “Sir, please come this way.” The glass door opened to a room, where the temperature made Harsh look at the airconditioner. 16 degrees. “Sir, I am Matthews.” The business card had his photo, taken at least a decade back. It read Branch Head. “Matthews, I a...